1989. Chicago. South Loop. Working at Coopers & Lybrand right out of Notre Dame.
The OTB on Jackson Street had three levels. First level was for the action-addicted traders who worked in the nearby commodity pits. Designed for quick hitter, one race bets while they ducked out for a smoke.
Second floor was for the hardcore grinders. A weathered looking group that was not looking for new friends.
The third floor was what I miss. The Derby Club. Had to have a suit coat to get in and pay $99 for membership. But once in, you might sit down at the oak bar with a local celeb (Gene Siskel was the best). Big leather booths and TVs.
Heady stuff for a 22yo kid. Not sure when it closed down, but I miss its "rat packy" vibe. Fell on love with the sport during the a Sunday Silence-Easy Goer season.
Cheers,
Otis
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